Written by: good.To.go and P.low
Original Beat by: Audio Crack
Production/Arrangement: Jason Hill
Production and Vocal Engineering by: Dylan Emmet

Hook:
Eyes to the Sky
That's where I see My Prize
VA2LA - We the Last of a Dying Breed

Put em high to the sky
if you feeling this vibe
VA2LA - We the Last of a Dying Breed

VA 2 LA - We the Last of a Dying Breed

Verse 1 - good.To.go :

sittin in the kitchen thinking how to leave the VA
i got the car, I stomp the yard, I think found the way
from rolling hills, plus mountain tops
from low end deals, I couldn't stop
i saw the sights, now city lights
LA Hear me on your block
here to spread the goodness that this life has to offer
here to set new standards and leave the old out for the slaughter
i'm pieces put together just like frankensteins monster
wanna sue my for style? you're gonna need a law firm
baby i'm on the ledge, jumping, Geronimo!
i got them killer words, got that Rwanda Flow
Hip Hop state mind, yeah, i keep that 'Honor Roll'
good.To.go is real, we don't keep that on the low
I did the weight (wait), I flipped the hate, I never would reciprocate
a clash of cultures, now they want ya, i'm flying high past the vultures
they tossing shade, i'm awesome babe, some got hurt crossing ways
spread the love, put em up! and feel that rhythm in my veins

Hook

Verse 2 - P-Low :
p-low, good.To.go it's back to the block
with these bars
the hustle never stops!
here in this city of movie stars, porn stars, players, pimps
Roll thru flossing their whips
Where death can find you anywhere on these California Streets
Soaked up the game from the OGs
From the valley to south central
the city of Angels
is where i'm from - Born And Raised!
A child of the 80's, survived the early 90s
Before the barred up Collins,
Before T-Mack seen the Twin Towers
Around the time No Good rocked the red and black tommy Hilfigure
...with the matching 11's
Now I have Reemo Telling me
Get this Money
Looking down from Heaven
Still don't understand why he had to Go

Hook

Verse 3

good.To.go:
We're here now, we steal the whole stage
I feel my heart pulsate
You hear my soul Rage
They say the old days was the gold age
Hell.....
I promise you that aint gonna be for Always now....
What were doing here is breathing a new type of unity
Killing of Division but giving no Eulogy
Come one, Come All to the Party, yeah you're invited
drink your beer, do your drugs, roll that weed and light it

P-Low:

All day
VAtoLA
Against all Odds
We Bumrush the Spot
We the Plug you can't Stop
Survived the Game to Grind All Day
Ayyyy.....
Bars freeze below 20 on a hot valley Heat Wave
We stay scorching like the black top
Walked out the ICR with paperwork in my sock
Coast to Coast, anywhere, let's rock!

Hook




Last Of A Dying Breed

Written by: good.To.go and P-Low
Beat By: Amy Woods
Produced and Vocal Engineering by: Dylan Emmet

Hook:

good.to.go:
I'm sitting down and thinking how
This world got me turned around
P-Low:
I'm taking this beat
I'm taking this rhyme

Repeat x2

I'm taking it to the top

good.To.go - Verse 1:
Out on the curb and feeling real burned
Second Hand Herb and and my head is turned
Where went the laughter, how Could I miss it?
Was it always like this before I existed?
Down in the dumps..i'm not sure why
Get me outta this slump, I wanna feel alive
Is this what my life has come to?
How many rings of fire must I jump through?
To land back on this earth and feel something good x2

Hook

p-Low Verse 2: 
Light sees the change with the seasons after the summer
You can't prove real life, 
I got a script in my mind, I can't write
But i'm the only crew member in my movie
I move to fast for marks to life
reality sometimes bites
acting like my past never happened
but I can't live in the wreckage of my life,
for heavan's sake - stop holding on


Hook x2


Turned Around

Written by: P-Low and good.To.go
Beat by: Amy Woods
Produced and Vocal Engineering by: Dylan Emmet

Verse 1 - P-Low:
Next to insanity in an acura
look in the mirror there's only passenger
w/ the heat in the glove compartment
a violent battle w/ himself, like a soldier and sergeant in a squadron
No one can pass judgment except the G-O-D
but the laws trying to drop me
punks so full of shit they think they commodities
We surviving w/out killing ourselves in the process
Rhymes so sick, they make the crowd nauseous
Looking at the beautiful people through the glass
stuck in the middle, breathing smog dying fast
From a boy to a man in these cold hearted streets
crying on the concrete
If you only knew what you thought when I was conceived
Didn't you know this world would swallow you?
Mom's was never weak
me and her rolled like a fleet
pops used to stash dope under the sink

Hook:
Life has made me numb
I can feel my blood run through the gun
One of gods unwanted children burnt by scum
Bliss has enslaved me, for the benefits and the crumbs 
(repeat)

Verse 2- good.To.go:
crumbs for you pigeons
purple green marked pheasants, that didn't
understand every slit and incision
was driven
by this peasant's venom
from the blood that already flowed in 'em
IF that won't kill them!
then it's up to me, to choke you w/ an anvil
Sink, Sink
see me at a new angle
Looking down at you as you dangle and strangle
In your web of lies got caught and tangled
that's why my surivial
was nailing your left to the bible
I'll smile when i finally put you on trial
Do you swear to tell the whole truth, whole truth, nothing by the truth?
Fuck you! ammunition - better listen -
yeah, nothing's bulletproof
then i'll paint it with your blood that we'll never call a  truce
never call a truce - AHHHH!

Hook
 



Life Is Numb

Written by: P-Low and good.to.go
Beat by: Amy Woods
Vocal Production and Engineering by: Dylan Emmet


Verse 1 - P-Low
my flow tears through your flesh
leaving gaping holes in your guess
watch you bleed to death in the mess
too late to call the EMS
time to page the coroner to run the autopsy test
as they examine your chest
i'll be inside your room taking your organs w/o proper consent
and selling them on the internet
word burn thru your leather
disappear like 
have your whole crew resort to desperate measures
who wanna be next? to puff and catch wreck
never disrespect an architect

Hook (both): 
Life is Tragic
No Free Pass Kid
get off your ass
time to make this cash
can't push me back
i'm busting through the barricade trap

no free pass kid
life is tragic
can't push me back
i'm making this cash
busting through the barricade trap
get off your ass

Verse 2 - P-Low:
Glossy living, sittin in the killing fields,
used to be a feild of dreams
watch the game like the road, homies are the opposite of foes
first to strike in rhyme road
unload only to reload
put numbers on scoreboards
soldiers never at ease
always in militant composure
it's your choice to distinguish fake from real
reality from fantasy
it's twisted, feel the rapid evolution of the game
as if man never paved the way
watch shit changed right before you eyes

Hook

Verse 3 - good.To.go:
Hovering in like a flying saucer
Raise your heads, i'm here to fix posture
here for the free chips, this salsa will cost ya
through the riflescope is where I always watch ya
drown in vodka
i'm filling you the shots
get off your soapbox
don't lift like botox
lift like cash crops until our last stop
if this was oregon trail you know i'd eat your last ox
[Hey] it's the human survival
[Hey] do away w/ them bibles
[But Wait] nahh, every step is vital
[Okay] you know that we will rival
"come what may"
in every sense of the phrase
in the lions den, i am fire and ablaze
add hits to your face, get on my page
we'll take all this hell and send it back from which it came

Hook (repeat)

No Free Pass

Two Emcees from two different coasts who come together to bring real live HipHop to the masses.